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“I didn’t know him,” she grates. “And in case you’ve forgotten, I was a fucking virgin until I caved to your charms.”
The sting is very real, as is the shame. And doesn’t that amplify the anger? So who? Is her family looking for her? No parents. They’re dead. What the fuck isn’t she telling me? “I don’t believe you.”
“Believe what you damn well please, Brad. I’m done with you.” She barges past me, and instinct has me reaching for her arm, grabbing her.
“You will never be done with me.”
She stills, staring at the air before her.
“And I’m not done with you, Pearl.” I turn her, going against my common sense but following that stupid fucking instinct. She looks up at me, and something kicks in my chest.
Stupid.
Fucking.
Heart.
Her lip trembles, her eyes glaze over, as she shakes her head. I lower my mouth to hers. “Tell me to stop,” I whisper, her head still mildly shaking but her mouth not speaking the word I need. “Tell me to stop, Pearl,” I repeat, a whisper away from her lips, my body flush with hers. She leans into me.
“I want to,” she breathes. “I want to say no so badly.”
“But you can’t.” I know the fucking feeling.
“I can’t,” she confirms, brushing against my mouth, exhaling her relief, softening against me.
The door flies open, and I fly back, dazed.
“Boss,” Nolan says, looking between us. “Are you all right?”
I take way too long to find my sense and my words. Pearl steps away from me, tucking her hair behind her ear. God help me.
I point down the alley, clearing my throat. “Pearl came out for some air and got mugged.”
“Fuck,” Nolan curses, all attention on Pearl, which is fine by me. She seems to have composed herself a lot faster than I have. “Are you okay?” Nolan goes to her, hands on her upper arms, dipping to check her face. The beast inside growls. Jesus Christ. I stuff my hands in my pockets to stop myself dragging Nolan off her and start pacing down the alley, my back turned while Nolan fusses over her.
“I’m fine,” Pearl says. “Really.”
“Brad, y?—”
“Get inside the club, Pearl,” I order curtly.
“Brad, that car,” Pearl says, ignoring my demand.
I see it parked up the alley. “What about it?” I frown when the headlights come on. And my blood runs cold when the engine comes to life. “Fuck,” I whisper, backing up, eyes on the car as it kicks up smoke, screeching as it pulls off. “Get in the club!” I turn and run back toward them, seeing Pearl backing up, but not nearly fast enough. “Pearl, get your fucking ass inside!”
“Shit, Boss,” Nolan yells, pulling a gun from his pants as I feel for mine with one hand and pat around in my pocket for the magazine that I discarded earlier. I’m an optimistic man but running full pelt while trying to load a gun isn’t an easy feat, especially when you’ve got a car speeding toward you. “Window’s down,” Nolan yells, aiming.
“Pearl, get in the fucking club!”
She scrambles for the handle, her panicked attention split between me and the door. I look over my shoulder. Mentally calculate the distance between me and the car and me and Pearl. I drop my gun, the magazine, and pick up my pace.
“There’s a gun!” Nolan yells.
“Fucking shoot,” I bellow as gunfire rings out behind me.
Nolan ducks, getting himself behind a trashcan. But Pearl? She’s a sitting fucking duck, still trying to get in the club.
“Brad!” Nolan shouts.
